The Seeded Flow

 


I have let so many ideas go,

Believing they are seeds, I watered them and nurtured them to grow,

For my next one, I shall number on account to follow and see,

Curiously, the observer in me, want to know what flows from me.

Yet being in the Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient grace,

As God's smile impresses my face.  

In being of the water, a drop, the significant grand in a single sand, 

I tend and till sowing my land. 

Knowing my mind mentally is the soil growing all things from thee, 

I wave in the sky, calling beckoning the Sun,

To listen hear as a radiate one, 

Is it true each word I speak will come back to roost,

For agreeing and being certain I do, a toast.

To an idea of Gods mind, 

Imagination imagines bringing love you picturing kind.

I have let so many ideas go,

Believing they are seeds, nurtured to grow,

For my next one, I shall number and see,

Curiously watching it flow from me.

Yet being in the Omnipresent, divine grace,

God's smile impressing upon my face.

A drop of water, a grain of sand,

Significant in tending and sowing my land.

My mind, the soil, grows all things you,

I wave to the sky, beckoning Art Baby Blue,

Is it true, I ask, each word will return,

To ignite the flame, for which my thoughts yearn?

Certain I do, as my heart takes its boast,

A toast to God's imagination, my Lord and host.

For every idea, a seed, every word a kind,

Bringing my love into form, as His light aligns.

Sowing the certainty of creation and aligning it with the divine harmony of thought and manifestation. Calling forth gratitude and joy for the cyclical nature of ideas, words, and their inevitable growth.

Art Baby Blue











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